Take a small town in Alabama, chocked full of colorful southern characters. Add a young lady named Bunny, who likes teased hair, tight clothes, high heels, white bread, and Spam. Follow her as she makes her way through a southern society she has never quite been a part of. It is a tale of old traditions, old families, friends, a little voodoo, and the skeletons that dance in the closet. Oh, did I mention her mother is the town madame.

My Life A Bit South of Normal

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Font or Not

OK, invitations should be easy. Amy Vanderbilt and Emily Post both tell you what to say "Mr. and Mrs. __ request the honour of your presence . . .. ", paper - ivory. (And, yes, "honour" is spelled with a "u".) But then we get to fonts. It used to be so simple but not any longer. And, does your font say something, or worse yet, does it not say something. Some of the fonts available:(SG Balmoral) This is about as common as dirt.Zapfino, is a little modern, but then folks might think you're uppity.

As my Aunty would say, "This might be finer than frog's hair, but we still don't need it." (Parfurmerie)

The font is called "Diplomatic", but not formal enough in my book.

When I try to read this, I'm about as lost as last year's Easter Egg.(1880 Kurrentshrift)

Looks a little too much like Aunt Kat wrote them by hand. (Dr. Carbfred)

This is way above my raisin'. (Monsieur La Doulaise) Definitely makes a statement. Way too commanding. (LDS)Well this is Forty going North, but I don't want the invitation to be mistaken for a Coca Cola ad on the back of a lunch counter menu. (Loki Cola)If the wedding were going to be in New England in the 1700's, maybe. (Linotext) Next.

Folks get this and they'll swear they're three sheets to the wind and seeing double. (Aristocrat)(Park Avenue) Next.

Way to forward. (Inoxida)I like this, but not for a formal wedding. (Texas Hero)

It is a little pretentious. My Aunt Kat would tell me it was "Too big for my britches". But, I like it anyway. (Compendium)

About Me

My Mama told everyone she was raised on a tobacco farm. In her mind she envisioned Tara. She always referred to my father as being in the "Medical Profession".He was just a pharmacist. She insisted I grow up, in a world of cotillions and white gloves, all the while we had to deal with her increasing dependence on alcohol. Her sister had dreams of being a Kennedy. Daddy's sister was a role model for Aunt Bee. Since both never married, I just knew I was doomed to be an old maid. My parents divorced and my Mama, in her drunken way of thinking, refused to accept it, even though my father remarried. After she sobered up my mother & I became close. Then I saw a quirky side such as her fight with the florist on her street, a penchant for shopping at Dollar Stores, and her love of her sterling silver. I married and we have 2 wonderful daughters. My DH (dear husband, doting husband, damn husband -depending on the occasion) is the curious sort. Our home & backyard often resemble a zoo - only in the South. So this blog is to share this life with the world. As many say, "I couldn't make this up if I tried." And, yes, there is a book in the works. Stay tuned, the stories continue.